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But this, though sweet, does not come up to the singing of my dear friends in England. There I meet them in spirit several hours in the day. God bless my dear friends !” 14. About the same time he wrote to Dr. Turner as follows: “SHould I gather strength, I should, under God, acknowledge you, dear Sir, as the instrument of that blessing, as you were above twenty years ago. Ten thousand thanks I render to you, Sir, and to Mr. Perronet, for your kind and generous care and attendance. May God reward you both, by bestowing upon you all the blessings which can make life happy, death comfortable, and eternity delightful and glorious ! May the richest cordials of divine love, and the balm of Gilead, a Saviour’s precious blood, revive your souls and comfort your hearts! And in your every want and extremity, may you both find such tender helpers and comforters, as have been found in you by, dear Sir, “Your most obliged, though most unworthy, “servant and patient, 15. In the latter end of the year, Mr. William Perronet set out for Switzerland. In a letter he wrote from thence to Mr. Greenwood, he gives a little farther account of Mr. Fletcher. And this letter I the rather insert, as I believe it is all that remains of that amiable young man, who never more saw his native land, being called hence while he was on his journey to England. There is something in the beginning of his letter which is a little humorous; but this the candid reader will easily excuse. It runs thus: “NYoN, January 18, 1779. “As you desire of me to send you some account of my journey, now I am a little settled, I will do it in the best manner I am able. “I set out from London on Tuesday, November 17th. We arrived at Dover about three on Wednesday morning; embarked on Thursday, and arrived at Calais in about three hours. “Though it was in war time, yet we did not meet with the least incivility, either here or in any part of France. But the badness of the inns makes the travelling through this country disagreeable. The rooms in general are so dirty, as to be fitter for swine than men.